by Catey Redd
Chapter Two
As a counselor at the university, Heather dealt with students every day on a wide variety of things. Helping them change majors or deal with academic challenges, narrow down possible career choices or how to apply to graduate school or transfer to other schools, or, more often, counseling students how to handle the everyday challenges and stresses of college life, whether it had to do with their classes or just about anything else.
It was a Thursday morning, and Heather looked over the sheet with the student appointments for the day.
She didn't see any familiar names on the list.
There was a small handful of "regulars" who sought advice from her, but that day's sessions were all new faces.
She was looking forward to it. That's what made her job interesting, dealing with new people with new challenges, and trying to find a way to help the students navigate their issues successfully.
It gave her a lot of professional satisfaction to help students like that, and to be able to go home after work and feel like she'd done her job well.
Even if she wasn't getting the other kind of satisfaction she so desperately needed from her husband, at least she could feel like her career was going well.
The first batch of counseling sessions went nicely. It was time for lunch, and Heather went and got a salad and brought it back to her office.
The next student scheduled to come in, according to her sheet, was a sophomore named Tomas.
She was still eating her salad when there was a knock on her open office door.
Heather looked up and almost choked on a lettuce leaf. Standing there, with a backpack slung over his shoulder, was one of the hottest men she had ever seen in her life.
Tall, gorgeous face, well-built, fashionable haircut.
Pure manly perfection.
He looked familiar, too, but Heather couldn't think of from where. Maybe he looked like the hot underwear model she’d seen on a billboard.
"Sorry, I'm a little early," he said, noticing Heather's fork in her hand as she stared at him.
"No, no, it's OK, come in, are you Tomas?" she said.
"Yep, I'm Tomas," he smiled.
He had an incredible smile.
"Come in, sit down," Heather smiled back, putting her salad away and wiping her mouth quickly, scared that she had food on her face or something, even though she didn't.
"I've seen you walking around campus," Tomas said as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk and put his bag down on the floor.
It suddenly dawned on Heather who he was.
He was one of the hot guys she'd seen on the quad checking her out.
"Ohhh yeah, I think I've seen you, too," she said coyly, not letting on that she remembered him staring at her body, and how much it had turned her on.
What were the chances that he would show up here, in her office, unless....nahhhh, she thought to herself, he wouldn't have done that.
"So, Tomas, what can I help you with today?" Heather said.
"I....uhhh...well...," Tomas said. "I was thinking about dropping this one class, since it's right at the beginning of the semester, but I, uhhh, I didn't know if it was a good idea so I thought I should come and talk to you about it."
"I see," Heather said. "Well, why do you want to drop it? Do you have too big of a load this semester?"
Instantly, she realized what she had just said, and she hoped that he didn't notice. He grinned a little, and stifled a chuckle when she said "too big of a load."
"Something like that, I guess," Tomas said as Heather started to blush.
"It makes sense, but, is it a course you need to complete in order to graduate?" she said, trying to move on from the embarrassment of the double entendre.
"Yeah, I think so," Tomas said.
"Hmmm, well, if you think you can't handle it this semester, maybe it would be smart to take it next semester," she said.
"Yeah, you might be right," Tomas said. "I guess I will do that."
"Well!" Heather grinned. "That was easy, right?"
Right!" Tomas smiled.
"Is that all you needed, then?" she said, unable to conceal the disappointment in her voice that their session appeared to be over.
"Umm, no, there's...there's something else," Tomas said, a little smile coming across his face.
The way he was looking at Heather was starting to give her butterflies in her stomach, the best kind.
She waited for him to say more, but he was quiet.
"Go ahead, what's up?" she said after many seconds of silence.
"Well, I, umm...I just kind of wanted to meet you," he said.
Even more butterflies now.
"Meet me?" Heather said.
"Yeah," Tomas said, shifting around in his chair with a shy smile that Heather found completely adorable and totally fucking hot at the same time.
"I see you around campus sometimes, and I wanted to talk to you, so, I asked around and found out who you were, and I made an appointment to come see you,” he said.
"You did?" Heather said.
Her earlier suspicions had been right.
That's why he was here.
Now she was starting to tingle all over to go along with the butterflies.
Suddenly, Heather felt nervous. The really good kind of nervous.
"You went to all that trouble just to meet little ol’ me?” she said.
"It wasn't that much trouble," Tomas said.
He started to slowly rise from the chair and said, quickly, "Sorry, is this weird? I should probably just—”
"No!" Heather interrupted, saying the word louder than she'd intended, startling both Tomas and even herself.
"Please, sit down, sit down," she said, getting up from her chair and going over to her office door and closing it before returning to her desk chair.
"I have something to admit to you, too, Tomas," she said.
"What?" he said.
"I...," she started to say, then she shook her head a little bit and laughed before continuing, "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this, but, I know who you are. I mean, I didn't know your name or anything, but I remember seeing you around campus. You're...you're not an easy person to forget."
Tomas grinned at Heather, making her melt.
Where was this going?
Heather knew where she wanted it to go. She wanted Tomas to ask her out. She had a feeling that if he went to this trouble, that if he came to see her like this, his next move had to be to ask her out.
Then she had a thought.
She lifted her left hand up so that Tomas had a nice, good look at her wedding ring.
"I'm flattered, truly, but...," she said.
"Ohhhh...," Tomas said. "I hadn't really thought about that part."
"Yeah, there is that," Heather laughed.
"Shit," Tomas said. "I guess I'm used to, you know, women my age, they're not usually married."
"How old are you, Tomas?" Heather asked.
"Nineteen, almost twenty," he replied. "I'll be twenty next month."
Heather sighed ever so slightly.
A 19-year-old hottie who wanted to go out with her, and probably a lot more, since he had been checking her out and obviously liked what he saw enough to come to her office like this.
This was going to be really hard to turn down.
Really hard.
"Well, happy birthday early, then!" she grinned at Tomas.
"Thanks!" he smiled back.
Heather knew she shouldn't do the thing she was about to do, but she convinced herself in her mind it was a totally innocent thing.
"Why don't you give me your number, so I can text you on your actual birthday and wish you a real happy birthday," she said, taking her phone out of her bag.
"OK," Tomas smiled, telling her his number as he took out his phone.
"I'll text you now, just to make sure you get it and you know my number," she said, texting him a smiley face emoji. It dinged on his phone.
"Go
t it," he said, replying with a wink emoji text that gave Heather even more butterflies.
"Well, I should probably get going," Tomas said.
They both stood up from their seats. Heather came around her desk and walked him to the office door and opened it.
"I'm glad you came, I'm glad we met, I'm sure I'll see you around campus," she said to him. "You're welcome to come back here any time if you need help with anything...you know...anything pertaining to your classes and things of that nature."
"Right, got it," Tomas laughed. "I'll see you around."
He walked out of Heather's office and she instantly regretted it.
She didn't want him to go.
She knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too.
But she was a married woman.
She couldn't.
Quickly, she closed and locked the door.
Their session had been brief, and she didn't have another one scheduled for another 30 minutes.
Heather ran back behind her desk, sat down, and this time, instead of bringing her hand over her panties, she stuck her hand right down her panties and discovered how wet her pussy was.
Her clit was pulsating so hard as she began masturbating, thinking about Tomas, thinking about how hot he was, and how much he wanted her, and all the things she wanted to do with him.
It was only a few seconds before she was feeling so incredible, squirming around in the seat, rubbing her clit so fast and hard.
She had to put her other hand over her mouth to keep from letting out a really loud moan and other ecstatic noises as she got herself off soooo fucking hard.
Breathing hard when her orgasm finally faded, she stood up and saw that her chair was damp with cunt juice.
Her office smelled like pussy.
She grabbed some tissues out of the box and cleaned up her chair, then she grabbed a can of air freshener she had in one corner of her office and sprayed it around.
A few minutes later, fully composed again, she opened her office door and acted like nothing had happened, welcoming her next student for a counseling session, who had no idea what Heather had just done in her office only minutes earlier.
Chapter Three
Heather was still horny as hell when she got home that evening.
She was thinking about Tomas, of course, but the only real cock she could get was her husband's.
When they got into bed for the night, Heather took off her nightie and started rubbing her naked body against Dante while she tried to kiss him.
But he pushed her aside, telling her he'd had a stressful day at work and he was tired.
With an angry sigh she rolled over to the edge of the bed, facing away from her husband, and a couple of minutes later she heard him snoring loudly.
In that moment, she knew for sure what she was going to do, what she had to do, and what she wanted to do, more than anything in the world.
The next morning, she acted as normal as possible at the breakfast table with Dante.
As soon as he left for work, Heather called in sick and she had all of her appointments for the day rescheduled.
She took a nice hot shower and she shaved her legs, and she trimmed her bush nice and close. She spent some extra time on her hair and her makeup.
It was a little before noon when she went downstairs in her sheer nightie and a pair of tiny white panties.
She sat down on the sofa, took out her phone, and she texted Tomas, telling him that if he was still interested, that he should come over to her house.
It was barely a minute later when he texted back, "Still interested in what?" followed by another wink emoji.
"You know exactly what," Heather texted back.
"I thought you were married?" Tomas texted.
"I don't care, I want you," she typed, her finger hovering over the send button for just a second before she tapped it hard.
Waiting for his reply seemed to take an eternity, and those butterflies were back in Heather's tummy.
But it was really only about 40 seconds later when Tomas texted, "Where do you live?"
Smiling and feeling a thrilling sensation shooting through her, she texted him her address.
"Be there soon," Tomas texted.
The anticipation was making Heather's pussy hot and damp as she sat on the couch, wanting to touch herself but somehow holding off.
Tomas would be there soon, he had said. He couldn't arrive soon enough.
Less than half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
Heather jumped up from the sofa and ran to the door and opened it. Tomas was standing there smiling, looking even more handsome than the day before.
And when he saw what Heather was wearing, and the fact that he was able to see her large breasts and hard nipples through the incredibly thin, sheer nightie, his eyes grew wide as saucers.
"Come in," Heather grinned as she reached for his arm.
He walked inside, his eyes all over her body, just like they'd been those times when he looked at her walking across campus.
But those times, she hadn't been wearing anything nearly as sexy or revealing.
"Where's your husband?" Tomas asked as Heather closed the door.
"He's at work," Heather replied softly. "He won't be back for hours. We have plenty of time."
"To do what?" Tomas smiled mischievously.
"Anything you want, darling," Heather said, returning a smile that was much more wicked.
They moved toward each other and fell into each other's arms as their mouths devoured one another, like they were both longing to do.
Their kissing turned into hot, passionate tongue-kissing, both of them breathing harder and Heather moaning into his mouth as Tomas fondled her tits, rubbing her nipples over her nightie.
"Take it off," Heather moaned, raising her hands up as Tomas pulled her nightie off, exposing her gorgeous tits.
He threw the nightie to the floor and leaned in and started kissing her breasts, licking her stiff nipples, running his hands all over her bare flesh as she grabbed his shirt and started pulling it up his torso.
He lifted his arms to let her pull it off him, and she sighed happily at the sight of his slender, toned upper half.
She caressed his skin as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
Tomas steered Heather toward the sofa, then he gently nudged her down onto the cushion as she let out a squeal of excitement. He got down on his knees in front of her and began kissing her tummy and her hip.
He reached for her panties and she moaned, knowing Tomas was about to pull them off. She lifted her ass up off the cushion so he could pull them down her legs.
Tomas moved in closer, his hands on her legs, spreading them slightly as they moved up to her inner thighs.
She gasped loudly when she saw his head moving closer to her cunt, knowing exactly where he was going, and what he was about to do.
Chapter Four
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my fucking God," Heather moaned loudly as Tomas started to lick her pussy all over.
Looking down at his tongue tracing long circles around her labia, then flicking across her clit as he parted her soft, slick lips with his long fingers.
She couldn't believe that only just a few minutes earlier she had answered the door, and already here he was eating her out in the living room.
Tomas worked fast, just like she wanted it.
It had been so long since she felt a man's mouth and fingers between her legs. Even those rare times when her husband had done it, Dante wasn't nearly as good at it as Tomas, who was already sending huge waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
"Ohh Tomas, ohhh my God, you're making me feel so good, ohhhhhhhhhhh!!" Heather moaned, writhing around on the sofa as Tomas plunged his tongue inside her cunt hole and swirled it around just inside, tasting her sweet spot.
She grabbed his hair with both hands and pushed his head down onto her pussy as she pushed her hips forward, driving her sopping slit into his mouth.
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p; She trembled and let out a loud groan, then she cried out, "Yeah, oh my God, yeah, I'm...ohhhhhh God, I'm coming!!!" as Tomas brought her right up to the edge of climax, and then beyond.
Heather was seeing stars as she savored the best orgasm she'd had in she couldn't remember how long.
Tomas looked up at her, grinning, his face all shiny and wet from sweat and pussy juice.
They both stood up and kissed hard, Heather showing Tomas her gratitude with her tongue in his mouth, then her hands all over his body.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled off his pants and underwear. When his hard cock popped out, she immediately took it in her mouth, sucking it fast and deep while wrapping her hand around its impressive girth and stroking him, too.
His pants down around his ankles, Tomas groaned and put his hand on top of Heather's hair, guiding her head further and further down his shaft until she had all of his cock in her mouth.
She gagged a little bit and pulled back, but she didn't take her mouth off his dick. She was determined to suck him really good, working her lips back down about halfway as she relaxed her throat so she could take his whole length in with ease.
Tomas groaned again even louder as Heather slurped his big dick, making it drip with spit as she deep-throated him, her nose pressed up against his pubes.
She pulled her mouth back and looked up at Tomas as she licked the underside of his cock. He looked like he was in heaven, moaning and groaning.
"Don't come yet, honey,” Heather said softly. "I need this big cock inside me."
"Hell yeah," Tomas said.
He reached down and stepped out of his pants and underwear, tossing them aside, then he sat down on the sofa.
Heather climbed on top of him, straddling him as she reached down and grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip all over her slippery wet pussy.
She started to slide down on it, gasping as it filled her up inch by thick, throbbing inch, stretching out her pussy walls.
It had been so long since she'd had sex that she was very fucking tight, and Tomas was loving it.
Looking down at Tomas as she took nearly all of his dick inside her cunt, Heather felt so young again, so naughty.